A Prisoner and a Virgin Walk into a Bar…

It’s a new release. It’s the end of a series. It’s the story of a woman who’s job is to save the world, and a man who’s job is to destroy her. Good thing he’s a prisoner. Except she’s become friendly with him, which cannot possibly bode well, for, well, anybody…

Here’s a taste of PRISONER OF FATE, Book 3 in the Twisted Fate Series:

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The First’s pet Rakshasa lounged in the wicker chair, one cotton-covered leg crooked over the armrest, the other perched on the floor. He hummed a tune Lily didn’t recognize, while he twirled what looked like a grilled jumbo shrimp on a stick.

He abruptly stopped humming and lifted his face and sniffed the air. Lily scuttled behind a nearby pillar. She waited until her heart wasn’t beating quite so erratically, then she peeked out from behind the column.

The shifter stared directly at her with unblinking black eyes.

“Oh,” she squeaked, unnerved by the solid, steady stare.

“Chala.” His voice was deep, like that actor from the insurance commercials she saw on television.

Lily felt that intense sense of awareness sweep through her again, licking at her insides, making her feel both hot and cold at the same time. She dropped her head back and leaned against the cool pillar and gave in to the racking shiver.

“No need to hide, Chala. I cannot harm you so long as you remain outside the reach of my lovely necklace.” He chuckled at his own joke.

Lily risked another look. He still lounged on the wicker chair, although the shrimp on the end of the stick was gone. And he still watched her with that breathtaking intensity.

“I–I didn’t think you would be awake,” she stuttered.

“I wouldn’t think you would be awake,” he countered. “It is terribly late. Is it not past your bedtime, Chala?”

Lily slowly stepped out from behind the pillar and stood next to it, feeling oddly exposed. Not returning to her room to change suddenly seemed like a poor decision.

“It’s Lily,” she said. “Lily Gallow. I hate it when people call me Chala,” she said, hoping he would appreciate the show of solidarity. She had to believe he hated to be referred to as “Pet.”

“Why? Are you not a Chala? Have my senses finally gone askew, after all this time?”

“Yes, I am. But I have a name, and I prefer people use it. Just as I imagine you do.”

“Are you asking for my name, Chala?”

“Yes,” she said boldly. “You must have one. Everyone has a name.”

“The First does not,” he pointed out.

“She does,” Lily countered. “She just chooses not to use it. You, I assume, didn’t have a choice in the matter.”

He paused, watching her for several heartbeats worth of time. “No,” he said finally. “I was not given a choice.”

Lily rolled her eyes. “I take it you aren’t going to tell me.”

The shifter chuckled. “Maybe I do not remember. I have been called Pet for a thousand years, you know.”

Lily shook her head. “You remember. I’m sure of it.” She paused, and when he still did not offer his name, she asked, “What do you miss most about your freedom?”

The shifter stared at her, blinking far less frequently than most other people she’d encountered. Finally, he sighed and kicked his foot into the air.

“I haven’t had a good kill, a good steak, or a good fuck in a thousand years. I miss everything, Lily Gallow. Everything.”

Fall in love with the entire Twisted Fate series…

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Of Love and Darkness – Meet Gavin, a cursed Rakshasa, and Sydney, the last remaining Chala on earth. It’s up to her to save her species. A species, by the way, that Gavin’s kind wants to destroy. Except he’s cursed and believes he’s like her. Oh, and he happens to think they’re mates. This is definitely not a match made in heaven.

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Prim and Proper Fate – After double-crossing Gavin and nearly getting him killed, Brandon now finds himself in the precarious position of actually trying to save the cursed Rakshasa, because, well, some dumbass Fate un-cursed him. Brandon reaches out to the one person he knows can help—a prissy, too-good-for-her-own britches Fate named Prim, whose body makes him think anything but proper thoughts. Prim also happens to have a secret. One that could save their kind.

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Prisoner of Fate – Lily is a 170-year-old virgin shifter who has been hiding out on a desert island for her entire life. Now that she’s joined the real world she resents her responsibilities to her species: To choose the right mate and get to work repopulating the world with Light Ones who will protect the humans. Which is the very last thing she wants to do.

And then she meets Matteo, a Rakshasa—those shifters who like to eat humans as snacks. He’s been a prisoner of the Fates for a thousand years, and she has no business befriending him.

Lily never knew she had a thing for bad boys…

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Once & Again

book 2

SheOnce&Again.v4 was once his secret desire… Will she be again?

Father Aiden, an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he struggles to stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he can’t keep her out of his dreams.

Then one day she shows up for a pre-marital counselling session with her fiancé, Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who he says he is, but what does that mean for Maylynn, and for himself?

Will be released August 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

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Once, book one

Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

Her first and also her once.

Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.

But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.

Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.

But are they able to forget and let go?

Once & Forever, book three

Will be released December 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

Eden, a nun, is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets, and her attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year separation, Eden is finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached out to him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer, confessing their pasts to each other, will they be able to resist getting too close?

Excerpt:

“You’re studying to be a priest?”

He made himself meet her eyes. “I am a priest.”

She let go of his hand and stepped back.

Her smiled was tight. “I’m glad you found your path.”

Quiet.

He couldn’t quite read her expression. The distance between them felt like a gorge chiseled into the earth.

“Are you all right, Maylynn?” he asked.

“I’m really happy for you.” Then she added, “Father Aiden.”

For some reason, her words stabbed him in the gut. He usually liked when people used his title—it seemed to imply a certain amount of trust.

“I’m sorry, Maylynn.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he was apologizing. He just didn’t like to see her uncomfortable.

“I’m happy for you,” she repeated.

Then he realized what the problem was. He hadn’t anticipated this.

He moved closer. “I’m so sorry.”

Her forced smile finally dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It didn’t occur to me…”

“That I might be attracted to you?”

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you wearing your collar?” Anger prickled the edge of her voice.

“My mother’s last wish was that I find my father. I’ve been following her notes. She was convinced he was somewhere in this area.”

“Wait… Your mother’s name was Adalina?”

He nodded. With the number of times the shelter was mentioned in the notes, he figured his mother and Maylynn had met.

A pause.

Anger flashed in her eyes. “You still should’ve told me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why’d you play with me like that?”

“I swear that wasn’t my intent.”

“You knew damn well what was going on. Was it a game—see if you still had it? If you could still get the chicks?”

Under the anger in her eyes, he saw the hurt. He swore he could feel it exactly, as if it was his own.

He shifted even closer, just in front of her. “I’m sorry,” he said again. His voice lowered, quieted. “I didn’t see what you were feeling because I was fighting so hard myself. I still am.”

“Fighting what?”

“What I felt the first time I saw you, what I’m still feeling.”

She waited, glaring at him.

“I’m attracted to you,” he said. “Intensely.”

One Shot Advice & A New Romance Series

New release alert! New release alert! Today, I have the privilege of hosting Misti Murphy on my blog. What makes it such a privilege, you ask? Besides the fact that she’s a super nice person and she writes decidedly delicious smutty romance? Sounds like I really don’t need another reason, doesn’t it? Yeah, well I have one anyway. Today is RELEASE DAY for her Magnetic Desire Series. That’s right, three books are available for public consumption, all at once, as of TODAY!

I’m so happy for Misti! I’ve read her first book, Raven Falling, as well as the short she wrote for the Unwrapping Love Christmas anthology. And I’ve had the privilege of reading the next books coming in the Magnetic Desires Series! (Being an author’s friend has it’s perks.) I can say with authority that you will love this book, and the entire series. I love Misti’s writing style, not to mention her broken yet lovable heroes, and of course, the steamy scenes. Misti knows how to write a scorching hot sex scene.

*Fans self*

Oh yeah, and let’s not forget those super HAWT covers. Check them out below, after you read Misti’s post and the excerpt from Compulsion. As if you’ll need another excuse to pick up this series!

Anyway, let’s get to today’s Jello Shot June blog post, brought to you by Misti Murphy. And if you want to start this series, you can do so HERE.

 

Tequila Shots

I’m not going to give you a recipe today. I don’t think you need one for tequila shots. They’re pretty easy. You lick the salt, you sip the tequila and you suck that damn lemon for all your worth. Lick, sip, suck. Sounds like the perfect shot for a smutty romance writer.

So I’m going to talk about my slight obsession with this shot and why it’s important to my writing.

A few years ago, before I became a serious writer someone taught me that to live life, you couldn’t just go through the motions, but that you actually had to take the time to enjoy it. At the time we were heading out on the town and having tequila shots. These shots became an institution, ‘Tequila Friday’ which were held once a month and turned into quite large gatherings.

I didn’t quite get the point back then. I mean tequila shots, with the salt and the lemon. They’re good even if they do taste like nail polish remover, and Friday nights were fun. But here’s the thing…

The lesson I really learnt was to go out and have fun doing whatever you’re doing, and for me that is writing. I love writing more than I love tequila. Yeah, see ya later tequila. I’m one of those writers who cannot drink and write.

And when I write I remember the tequila, the cocktails, the scotch I no longer have time to drink, but don’t miss because I get more joy from writing smutty romance than I ever got from drinking. And I remember that even though the characters that fill the pages are for the most part not real people, they too deserve to live life and enjoy it. Perhaps that’s why almost every book I write has a scene with tequila, like the excerpt below from my debut contemporary romance, Compulsion, which is now available on Amazon.

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Ordering tequila and beers, I pulled her between me and the bar and grazed the nape of her neck with my teeth. She shivered from my touch and leaned on the bar, subtly moving away from me. Only, the way she was leaning didn’t take her further away. “Are you sure you want to lean on the bar like that?”

“What?” She glanced at me over her shoulder.

Sliding my fingers over one hip, I took her wrist in my other hand, darting my tongue over the pulse point. “Leaning like that puts that sexy ass of yours dangerously close to my crotch.”

“Oh.”

Still holding her wrist, I sprinkled salt over the moist spot I’d left with my tongue, and clamped her fingers around a slice of lemon. Picking up a shot glass, I tossed back the tequila before sliding my lips over her salted skin and sucking the lemon between her fingers.

“Why?” She trembled while I went through the ritual again, this time salting the length of my thumb as well.

Because I couldn’t let you get away a second time. “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this? You could have any girl.” She darted glances around the room, but my gaze was on her. Not the girls, in barely there clothes, assets on display. That wasn’t what I wanted.

“Let’s have a drink.” I handed her a shot. “We’ll talk later.”

“You don’t have to take me home, Orion. I know you’d do anything for me, but this…”

I tipped my glass, and nibbled along her wrist. “This is what I want.”

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The Magnetic Desires Series:

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Compulsion blurb:

Stranded in the friend zone, Orion’s been in love with his best friend Clo since high school, unable to work out how to get her to see him as more.

After catching her husband cheating, Clo turns to her best friend Orion for support, only to find he wants more than she’s willing to give.

While Orion shows her that not all men are pricks, and not all roses have thorns, Clo must find a way to let go of the past and open herself up to a second chance at love.

 

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Misti Murphy writes about smart, sexy women and the dirty talking alphas that love them.  She also enjoys emotionally torturing them. Damaged alphas with a twist are her favorite.
When she’s not writing, she’s enjoying her own happily ever after with her teacher hubby, four hellions, and two fur babies. She has a weakness for chocolate, procaffinating, and stalking Facebook. You can connect with Misti using both options below:

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Enjoy A Charlottini Today! Courtesy of Author Charlotte Daly

Happy Jello Shot June! Thank you, Tami Lund, for hosting me on your blog.

Summer has finally arrived here in New England, which means it’s time to paarrt-y! Break out the shakers and fancy glasses. There’s nothing better than sitting poolside or swinging in a shady hammock with a cool cocktail in your hand.

I’m a martini girl, and one of my favorites is a personal creation, one I have dubbed the Charlottini (makes 2):

1 jigger Citrus Vodka (Absolut Citron is my favorite)

½ jigger Triple Sec

2 jiggers Ocean Spray Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice (the light, low-cal one works fine)

Wedge of fresh lime

Pour liquor over ice in shaker and blend thoroughly. Squeeze lime into the bottom of a chilled martini glass and wipe lime around rim. Strain cocktail into glass, sip, and enjoy!

Repeat as necessary. Possibly often.

 

My upcoming contemporary romance, Memories of You from Lachesis Publishing, has a summer-bar-party theme.

 

What happens when a big-city Cinderella trades her shattered glass slipper for a pair of FMP stilettos? That’s how Zoe Anderson chooses to cope after her husband’s murder, her brutal rape. But it’s been three years, and her persistent psychotic episodes now threaten her job. Her shrink says to reboot: start over, return to an earlier, happier time. So she’s headed upstate where she spent summers as a kid. Zoe’s inherited her aunt’s lakeside cottage in the mountains—perfect timing—but finds it, like her life, in shambles.

Playboy Jason Rolland appears to have everything—a successful business, his own radio show, and all the beach babes he can handle. His resort has Zoe’s childhood vacation home landlocked, and now he wants the rest—razed. He’s already erased every other trace of his own false-perfect childhood, one that convinced Jason true love doesn’t exist, and that he’s destined to follow in his father’s unfaithful footsteps.

Zoe finds herself a reluctant guest at Lakeview Lodge. She befriends the elegant Jamaican bartender, Jade, and when Jason’s womanizing ways chases off Jade’s summer help, Zoe steps up. She tended bar nights while she was in college, and she can’t think of a better way to keep busy and rewind her life to happier times.

But Jason has his sights set on Zoe, and quickly succumbs to jealousy as he watches her flirt with bar patrons . . .

Excerpt from Memories of You, Book 1 in The Lake George Series:

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Jason drained his glass and slammed it down on the table. He waved at the waitress, who hesitated when she saw him. She cast a worried glance over her shoulder, then disappeared into the bar. A few moments later, it was Jade who rounded the corner and stood there, glaring.

“What the hell is the matter with you, Mon?” Jade’s hands were rolled into tight fists on her hips. Standing over him as she was, Jason could swear she’d grown to nine feet tall. And she seemed to be wavering just a little. Or was that his eyes? Yes, perhaps it was. The flowers on her blouse were…moving. Swaying in the breeze. But there’s no wind in here. Jason chuckled and swiped a hand over his face.

I think four double vodkas might be my limit.

“So how’s Zoe’s real estate negotiations going? You’d think…” he hiccuped, “you’d think as the other interested party in this venture, I’d have been involved, wouldn’t ya?” Jason found it difficult to make the words come out without spitting. His tongue felt lazy, swollen.

Wow, vodka is a wonderful anesthetic. Makes talking a little challenging, though. But it’s a very effective painkiller. I don’t feel nearly as bad now as I did earlier.

Jade was scowling at him, shaking her head. “You’re drunk on your ass.”

“Don’t you look at me like that, big sister. I’m a grown man. I can drink as much as I want.” With his head tipped back, struggling to keep his eyes focused on Jade’s face, he was feeling a little dizzy.

Wow, she’s really tall tonight.

Jason tried to stand up. Jade’s hand came down on his shoulder and slammed him back into his seat.

“No scenes. This is my place of business too. You just keep your sorry ass right there in the chair.” She turned and motioned for one of the waitresses. “Go tell Claude we need some help out here,” she murmured when one drew near.

“I’m not hungry,” Jason sputtered. “What the hell do I need Claude for?”

But there he was, appearing as if out of nowhere right beside Jade. The man, whose mass was always intimidating, looked even bigger to Jason.

It’s like Alice in Wonderland. Everybody is either bigger or taller.

Jason chuckled at the thought, and was struggling to form the words around his lazy tongue when Jade said, “Claude, Mr. Rolland isn’t feeling well tonight. Can you please help him up to his cabin?”

Claude reached to untie his stained, cook’s apron, but Jade laid a hand on his arm.

“Better leave that on. We’ll get you a clean one when you get back,” she murmured.

“I’m not ready to go to my cabin,” Jason began. He planted both hands on the table and tried again to stand. “I need to have some words with our pretty little barmaid.”

But before the words were out of his mouth, he felt Claude’s bulbous arm hook his rib cage and lift him to his feet.

Man, this guy’s strong. And fast. We’re moving way too fast.

The whole room was swaying now, and the movement made Jason’s stomach lurch. He just couldn’t seem to keep his feet moving fast enough to keep up with Claude’s pace. His toes kept scraping along the floor, bumped over the doorstep, and then thumped down the steps to the parking lot.

Charlotte Day

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Who’s the Bad Guy with Victoria Pinder

It’s Mad May, and today I’m featuring a book written by Victoria Pinder. I’ll let you in on a secret: I love, love, love books with a twist. Especially the kind of twist where the reader thinks someone else is the bad guy, when really… Boom! Surprise antagonist. The kind that keeps you reading well past a sane person’s bedtime. Did I mention how much I love books like that?

Borrowing the Doctor is THAT kind of book. First, check out the excerpt. Then, check out the blurb. Then click the buy link. You know you want to. I know I do.

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‘My sister Kate thinks she’s so much better than me. I’m the one Daddy trained to run the fashion empire, not her. I’m the one who found myself a rich guy to marry to ensure we stayed on top, no matter what. All Kate does is patronize me. She’s so stupid. I hate her. She lives in her little condo with her dog and avoids me. I sent her my wedding invitation though, so with luck she’ll come. I need her to get momma’s necklace. It’s in the bank. First I have to get her to the Grand Cayman which I can with this wedding. Second I’ll have to get her to the bank as the security box is in her name. Third I’ll have to get her to give me the necklace. Then I’ll have everything and she’ll have nothing.’

“Stephanie, where are you?”

“Here, my sweet love.”

Eric’s such an idiot. She smiled at him and lifted her shoulders as he came toward her. As he pressed his lips toward her, she sighed. At least he’s good in bed.

“What were you doing?”

“Writing in my diary.”

“Why?”

“Collecting wedding thoughts so I can ensure our day is perfect, my love.”

“My parents can’t come.”

“Why?”

“My sister is missing. My cousins will be there.”

“I sent our invitation to my sister. Part of me wants her to come. Part of me is scared she’ll ruin everything. Eric, please help me find someone who can babysit Kate and keep her out of my hair.”

“I will think of someone, sweetheart.”

He walked out of the room. She rolled her eyes. Eric was a means to an end. She needed his money, for now. She clutched her hands together. Kate Sparrow had to give her what she wanted. Stephanie Sparrow deserved to have it all.

 

 

 

Borrowing_the_Doctor_#3A_copyBorrowing the Doctor by Victoria Pinder

Link: http://amzn.to/1wc1u6X

What’s it about?

Party girl. Art thief. All around bad girl. It’s what all the newspapers call socialite and heiress Kate Sparrow. It’s all untrue. Kate’s been set up and she’s following the orders of the FBI to get the real criminal, her father. She’ll have to put up with her sister, the wedding fiasco, and her own fears that someone is after her, trying to stop her to get what she needs to prove her innocence.

Doctor Daniel Collins joins his brothers on a cruise to the wedding of his young cousin. His cousin begs him to keep a close watch on the bride’s sister, Kate. He’s to keep her from ruining the wedding.

Kate doesn’t trust Daniel’s help in her life, but the man’s interference is blocking a few problems. She lets him. After all, he spent a few years in the military and having a friend like Daniel is nice. But when her fears become true, someone is after her, pretending to be in a relationship with the sexy doctor has its benefits. What she hadn’t planned was opening her heart to trusting him. But if she doesn’t open up, she’s going to lose out on far more than her life, she’d lose out on love.

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/VUcbTGD7UnE

 

 

Victoria’s Bio:

Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston then moved to Miami. Eventually, found that writing is her passion.

She always wrote stories to entertain herself. Her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, but when she sat down to see what she enjoyed doing, writing became obvious.

The Zoastra Affair, Chaperoning Paris, Borrowing the Doctor, and Electing Love, Mything the Throne and Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush will be published in 2014.

Now she is represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency.

Also she’s the Vice President for the Florida Romance Writers.

Victoria’s info, if you wanna stalk her:

Website: http://www.victoriapinder.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/victoriapinder1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/victoriapinder

Blog: http://victoriapinder.com/?cat=6

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8120316.Victoria_Pinder

 

Another Excerpt!

Daniel slid into his seat and away from Eric, but his arms remained tense. His brothers wouldn’t like this plan. He didn’t like this plan. “I’m to babysit the spoiled rich princess and keep her away from the cops and the alcohol, this trip.”

He pressed his lips together. He expected his brothers to have an opinion, but silence greeted his ears.

All eyes went back to the door.

His collar grew warmer. Daniel glanced around to stare in the same direction. He assumed Kate Sparrow had stepped into the club.

His eyes scanned the room, and then the crowds parted. He had his first look. Time might have stopped, and he heard his own heartbeat. Brown hair with a bit of a curl, brown eyes, small frame, unusually large breasts for a woman her size, and an energy that took his breath away. He also noted that Kate’s eyes held a gleam, and Daniel’s mouth fell open. Kate Sparrow was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in a long while.

Beauty meant trouble. He turned back to his beer and refused to stare at her.

The pictures in the papers hadn’t done her justice at all. How did they turn that pretty woman into a viper with a camera? His mind raced. Did she have a Jekyll and Hyde personality that came out at night?

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 Go ahead, pick it up today. You know you want to. And when you’re done reading it, come on back to my blog. All month, I’m featuring antagonists – those characters we love to hate!

 

 

Shift Happens

Have you ever had a bad day? Like a really, really bad day?

Ellie, the heroine in Shift Happens, is having the grand pappy of bad days. For one, it’s raining. Frizzy hair? Check. For another, a gorgeous billionaire just visited her nail salon. Sounds good, right? See the aforementioned bad hair day. When said billionaire offers to buy her shop, Ellie’s day goes from bad to worse. Two million dollars sounds like a good deal, but the transaction comes to an abrupt halt when the baddies show up and riddle her shop with bullets.

Poor Ellie. Gal can’t catch a break.

Now she’s on the run with a sexy stranger, unsure when she’ll make it back to Atlanta. But there’s always the flip side. Jackson, her unexpected savior, is gorgeous and intent on making her his. His friends aren’t that bad either. Now if they can just find a way to protect Jackson’s invention and stay alive.

Shift Happens is book one in a brand new series, I Heart Shifters. Each installment will be short, hot, and funny as heck. I’m excited about this project, and I hope everyone gets a kick out of Ellie’s antics.

Thank you to Tami for having me today! I’m always pleased to visit new sites, and I hope you can come visit me soon.

 

Shift Happens 

Shift Happens (I Heart Shifters, Book 1)

Christy Gissendaner

 What’s this book about?

Ellie Reynolds runs a nail salon that caters to shifters of all varieties. The proverbial shift hits the fan when billionaire mogul Jackson Lawrence walks in the door and offers Ellie two million dollars to sell her shop. Ellie has no intention of selling out, especially to someone who plans to bulldoze her shop to the ground and replace it with a fast food joint. Their battle of wit and will is brought to a sudden halt when Jackson’s enemies appear, throwing them into a fight for their lives.

Jackson believed he’d left violence behind when he resigned his position with the Blood Wolves, a secret shifter military group, but someone wants his company’s cyber invention and will stop at nothing to get it. He didn’t mean to drag Ellie into his mess, but he’s willing to do anything to protect her and the firewall his friend created…anything except fight his attraction to the outspoken redhead he’s suddenly responsible for. Jackson soon learns Ellie is hotter than he first gave her credit for…like dragon hot…and life is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

Sometimes shift happens when you least expect it.

 Buy Links:

http://www.etopiapress.com/brands/Christy-Gissendaner.html

http://www.amazon.com/Christy-Gissendaner/e/B002BLS3IC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_17?qid=1429574475&sr=8-17

 

Check out this tasty excerpt (see – there’s my Appetizing April reference!): 

At exactly eight forty, Jackson returned to the counter. “According to previously stated policy, your eight thirty appointment is canceled. May I speak with you now?”

She glared at him but finally relented. “Fine. But if Mrs. Sussman shows up, you’re out of here.”

He lifted an eyebrow and nodded. “Fair enough. Your animosity is a bit of a mystery, but I think you’ll be happy once you hear what I have to say.”

His assessment was spot-on. What was it about him that pricked her ire, besides the overwhelming libidinal response? Typically she wasn’t a hateful sort of person, but instinctively she knew she had to be careful around him. He threw her off-balance, and she didn’t like the feeling. “I’m sure you’re used to women falling over themselves to talk to you, but I’m not your typical female.”

He smirked. “I can tell.”

A flush burned her from head to toe at the implication. She wasn’t skinny or particularly beautiful, but damn, couldn’t he show a bit of interest? She had big boobs, after all. What man didn’t like big boobs? Unless he was—

She glanced at him. Nope. Definitely not gay.

Wait. What was she doing? Did she want him to show interest?

Oh God, she did.

“Is there a place we can go to talk?”

She plucked a piece of lint from her smock and flicked it away. “Here’s fine. Say your piece. I’m a busy woman.”

Another smile crossed his face, soul-shattering because this time it was directed at her. “I like you, Ellie Reynolds.”

Something was wrong with her knees. Had to be. They kept giving out on her. Was twenty-five too young to have arthritis? Was it even possible for her to have it? Suddenly she wished she’d paid more attention when her mother taught her about her shifter heritage, if only for medical purposes.

In an effort to maintain control of the conversation, she borrowed one of her Nana’s favorite expressions. “Stop blowing smoke up my ass and get on with it.”

The tolerant light in his eyes extinguished. She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself, but his entire demeanor transformed, becoming the man she recognized on the cover of business and financial magazines, the man who bought and sold property for a living. “I want to buy Polished.”

Shock held her immobile. “What would a savvy businessman like you need with a small-time salon?”

“I have an investment opportunity, but I need your building to complete the transaction. I can’t go into further details. Contract negotiations, you understand.”

Actually she didn’t. She’d bought Polished, scoring a hell of a deal when the previous owner died and the son agreed to take a low-ball offer. “I see. How much are you offering?”

Not that she would consider it, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Two million dollars.”

She choked on her spit. “Come again?”

Want more? How about another (sexier) excerpt?

Rain kept up a staccato rhythm on the tin roof, and her supersensitive hearing picked out every drop. She’d never be able to sleep like this, not while her mind was racked by thoughts of Jackson. The situation was laughable. She should be more worried about her safety and instead all she could think about was the fine-looking man in the room across the hall, like the perfect dimples in his cheeks when he smiled really big, or the perfect symmetry of his gorgeous face. And that ass. She could bounce a quarter off that ass.

She groaned as the familiar heat filled the place between her thighs. She needed something to take her mind off Jackson.

Milk. That’s what she needed. A nice, cool glass of milk.

Well, what she really needed was her vibrator, but it was at home, tucked safely away in her drawer under a bundle of handmade scarves that she’d bought and never worn.

Ellie slid out of bed and tugged the hem of the too-short nightgown. She’d picked out a size eight when she was more like a twelve, so Jackson wouldn’t know her true clothing dimensions. When he’d gone to pay for the items she’d chosen, he’d merely lifted an eyebrow but wisely chosen not to say anything. Could she help it if she’d been born with a fondness for sweets? Blame Nana’s genes, not her own lack of will.

Speaking of sweets, cookies would be nice too. She wondered if Jackson had any in the cabinets. He seemed to keep the Montevallo home stocked with foodstuffs since they hadn’t had to stop for groceries.

A few minutes later, with chocolate chip cookies clutched in both hands and a mug of milk hooked around her thumbs, she crept back down the hall toward her room. She bent her head to take a bite of a cookie and lost her grip on the drink. She cursed when the mug fell out of her hands. The milk spilled across her toes and the ceramic shattered when it hit the wooden planks.

“Ellie!” Jackson jerked his bedroom door open and appeared in the doorway, disheveled and entirely too yummy. He wore nothing but boxers and oh geez, he had a six-pack. A perfectly lickable six-pack that made her mouth and sex water. She hoped she wouldn’t drool, although it was a distinct possibility.

“I’m sorry for waking you.”

Jackson ran a hand over his shorn hair. “Fuck. I thought they’d found us.”

“Nope, just the cookie monster.” She held up the cookies in her hands and grimaced. How embarrassing. “Want one?”

He came forward until their toes touched. Hers, milky and chilled. His, warm and dry. She wanted to feel her feet wrapped around his beneath the covers. She wanted to feel everything of his beneath the covers, actually.

His thumb brushed the corner of her lips. “Chocolate,” he explained right before he licked his finger.

Damn her knees. Useless joints that they were. “Umm.”

And damn her larynx for not working properly.

His gaze dropped and she suddenly realized she was in the too-short, too-tight nightgown. Her boobs stretched the cotton material and she didn’t need to look down to know she was nipping. If she turned around, he could probably tell she wasn’t wearing panties. She’d never been so self-conscious before, but never had she been in the presence of a hot-ass canine shifter who was practically naked.

Jackson’s expression turned predatory. His cheeks seemed to hollow out, becoming more pronounced, and his nostrils flared as if he’d caught a whiff of something. Perhaps it was her. The quick shower she’d taken had been hours before. Then again, no panties. Perhaps he smelled her scent. She clamped her thighs tight together and prayed he didn’t laugh. The situation was embarrassing enough without suffering unrequited lust.

“Ellie.” He spoke her name again, but it was low-pitched and soft.

Oh God. She wanted to eat the cookies in his bed. But later. Much, much later. “Yeah?”

“I owe you something.” He slid a hand around her waist and cupped the upper swell of her butt. His fingers spread out in a proprietary manner, as if he was sure of his welcome. “I wanted to wait until all this shit was over, but you’re killing me. I can’t hold out any longer.”

Neither could she. She went up on tiptoe and puckered her lips. He stared at her as he traced the seam of her lips with his index fingers. “I think you misunderstand the type of kiss I want from you.”

About the Author:

Christy Gissendaner is a paranormal and contemporary romance author who believes laughter and love should go hand in hand.

 

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!

 

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Do you love it? I do! Shift Happens has everything I love in a good book: shifters, sex, and humor. Not to mention the promise of more!

Okay, after you’ve gotten yourself hooked on Christy Gissendaner’s latest book, head on back to my blog, as next month is Mad May, and you don’t want to miss all the antagonists we have for you. Love them or hate them, you know you can’t resist them…

In the meantime, happy reading!

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Magic and Food Featuring New Release Light Beyond the Darkness

It’s here, it’s here! Light Beyond the Darkness, Lightbearer #3, is finally available for purchase! And conveniently for this month’s blog theme, Appetizing April, this book happens to be about a chef. Carley and Reid meet in – of all places – a restaurant, where she inadvertently attracts him with her special steak rub. Below is an excerpt from the beginning of the book. This is when Reid sees Carley for the first time… Let me know what you think!

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Her. 

He stopped and stared. Take away the magical sparks dancing over her skin, and he supposed she wasn’t particularly exceptional-looking. In fact, it appeared she was doing her best to downplay whatever positive attributes she might possess. The hair severely pulled away from her face, the lack of makeup, the oversize chef’s coat, all lay proof to his suspicions. He knew nothing of other magical beings, but he knew enough about females in general to know that they tended to play up what they considered their best features, not tone them down.

Despite this, Reid found himself attracted to her, even from halfway across the room, without so much as a word spoken between them.

He’d never considered that he might be attracted to a specific type of being. Until just a few months ago, he would have assumed his type was simply female shifter. Prior to this foray into the human world, he’d never lain with any females other than shifters. Human women were new to him, so he hadn’t yet determined if he desired a specific type of human female. And never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined he would run into a lightbearer and actually wonder, Is this my type?

She recognized his presence while he was still trying to come to terms with the reality of seeing a lightbearer in the flesh, standing a few feet away. The only other time that had happened was last summer, when Quentin Lyons had captured one, and his son then escaped with her. That had ultimately led to Quentin’s death, his pack being dispersed, and the various members being assigned to new, smaller packs. Reid had left before that occurred. He had no wish to learn the ways and rules of a new pack master. Not after what he’d gone through with the last one.

This experience was far different from Reid’s only other experience with a lightbearer. The last one had been a prisoner and had been sentenced to die, because Quentin believed that whoever killed her would inherit her magic. A shifter with magic above and beyond the ability to change forms at will. It was a heady concept.

This lightbearer was—apparently—the head chef at one of Chicago’s most popular restaurants. Living in the human world. He’d noticed no other trace of magic aside from hers, so he suspected she lived there alone, without the protection of others of her own kind. How had it taken Quentin forty years to find one, if they lived among the humans like this? If her steak was as good as Reid suspected it was, he could not fathom that a shifter or two had not stumbled across this particular restaurant before. Shifters loved their red meat, and considering their typically obsessive personalities, they would go to great lengths to try a delicious steak dinner.

At least Reid would.

In the space of a handful of heartbeats, she was surrounded by humans, both female and male, and none with particularly welcoming expressions on their faces.

“Hey, no civilians back here, buddy,” one human sharply announced. She had blue-black hair, heavy dark makeup, and piercings in every visible orifice. She reminded him a little of some of the female shifters he knew.

He was amused by the way she stood slightly in front of the lightbearer, almost as if she expected an attack. But surely not? All magical beings understood one overriding rule: never tell the humans about the magical side of your nature.

The lightbearer had yet to speak, although he could tell by her widened eyes, rapid breathing, and the stench of fear in the air that she knew precisely what he was.

“I only wanted to compliment the chef,” he said, his gaze fixed on the lightbearer.

She lifted a hand and cupped her narrow, smooth neck, as her eyes widened farther and her breathing escalated a notch or two.

“Usually people do that without actually leaving their seats,” the dark-haired human woman said. “And you need to get out of our kitchen. It’s a health-code violation for you to be back here.”

He could care less about anyone’s health except that lightbearer’s. He had no specific code, not anymore. And if there was to be any violating around here…

He stepped forward, extended his hand, and bowed his head slightly, not an act of submission, but an act of acknowledgment. I know you’re afraid. I don’t intend to hurt you. 

She did not accept his gesture. If anything, she shrank away even more.

“Order—oh.” A server hustled through the swinging doors and then stopped short when she spotted Reid standing there. One of the other chefs extended his arm across the stainless-steel counter and snagged the meal ticket from her hand. Then he turned and shoved it at the lightbearer, clearly trying to pull her attention away from Reid.

“We need to get back to work, Carley,” he said. “The orders are starting to back up.”

Carley. Was that the lightbearer’s name? Reid continued to stand there, continued to watch her. Wisps of silver-blonde hair stuck out from under her chef’s hat, which was a tall, white paper contraption that perched at a jaunty angle on her head. While everyone else in the room looked sweaty and bordering on exhaustion, she looked as fresh as a spring breeze.

Magic. Only magic could keep someone looking so damn unaffected amidst the chaos of a popular restaurant kitchen on a Friday evening.

“I’d like to speak to you,” he said, his gaze never wavering. “Alone.”

She shook her head and accepted the ticket that was thrust into her hands. She looked down, read what was scribbled there, and finally spoke to him.

“That isn’t possible,” she said without looking up from the ticket. And then she apparently decided to act as if he wasn’t there, and began issuing orders to the humans, each one scrambling to do as she commanded.

It was fascinating to watch. Until the spunky human woman with the blue-black hair stepped in front of him and stood on her tiptoes so she could get in his face.

“Look, buddy. If you don’t leave our kitchen, we’re going to call the cops. Great meal or not, you don’t belong back here.” She glared at him, not intimidated in the least.

It was almost refreshing. Nearly everyone was intimidated by him, and he rarely bothered to disabuse people of the notion that he might strike them down at any moment. He rather liked the fact that most people—magical or otherwise—were too frightened or nervous to get close to him. He was not fond of personal contact.

“Carley,” he murmured, repeating the name he’d heard the human male say a moment ago. “Did she make my steak?”

“Yeah,” the woman said with obvious impatience. “She makes all the steaks here. It’s one of her specialties. Now, can you go back to your table?”

“What else does she do?”

She gave him a peculiar look. “What do you mean?”

“What other plates? What are her other specialties?”

“Oh.” The human considered his question for a moment. “She makes a mean beef stew,” she decided. “And duck. Amazing duck. And key lime pie. I know it sounds weird, because it seems like such a simple dish, but her key lime pie is just out of this world.”

Duck. He loved duck. “Key lime pie?” he repeated out loud. He didn’t often eat dessert. There usually wasn’t meat in dessert. “Maybe I’ll give it a try,” he decided, and then he asked, “How often does she work?”

“You’re awfully damned obsessed, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

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 Intrigued? If you haven’t read the first two books in the series, I strongly suggest you read them first, as there are several overarching plots that make a lot more sense when you read them in order. Besides, according to the reviews, you’re bound to become addicted! Here’s the book info, in order:

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Lightbearer Series by Tami Lund

Into the LiInto the Lightght

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Thanks for reading! Be sure to check back tomorrow, when I feature another author and another yummy recipe on my Appetizing April Blog!

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The Romance of a Good Burger with Lynn Rae

It’s Appetizing April on my blog, and today I’m featuring a recently released book called Playing the Part, by Lynn Rae. While the book is about a Hollywood movie star and a hapless small town girl, food plays a significant role in Lynn Rae’s writing. Below is the blurb for the book, and then below that I’ve included a little commentary from the author, as well as an excerpt, so you can have a little taste of what you’ll get when you read Playing the Part. (Like what I did there?)

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Independent Melanie Sheraton has to hustle for odd jobs in her small town to eke out a living. When the opportunity to act as a driver for some movie folks comes up, she jumps at the chance to earn an extra paycheck. What she didn’t bank on was one of her passengers invading her imagination, something she resists since no movie star would ever be interested in her.

At a crossroads in his professional life, action star Thomas ‘Wheeler’ Locke is in Ohio for a role he hopes will launch his career in a new, serious direction. Instead of concentrating on his acting, he finds himself growing more and more distracted by his feisty driver and her irascible ways.

Dancing around the attraction growing between them, both Mel and Thomas struggle to maintain their distance as the time for filming grows short. Will a reunion at the movie’s London premiere bring them together, or will their disparate lives keep them apart?

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The Romance of a Good Burger

By Lynn Rae

Food, the production of it, the preparation of it, the consumption of it, always appears in my stories. I’ve written about cooks, growing tomatoes and potatoes, invented alien dishes, researched smoked hot dogs, and in general fed my characters very well. In fact, I have to restrain myself from paragraphs of description every time I write a dinner scene. For me, food is intrinsically a part of creating a safe and loving environment. Following is a fun little foodie excerpt from my newest book, Playing the Part. It’s the story of a school bus driver and a movie star, but I also was able to insert my love of roadside diners into it, which is where this scene takes place:

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“Onion rings? You aren’t kissing anyone tonight?”

“No. Not yet,” he added without thinking, and instead of pulling back from him and frowning in her patented way, Mel instead just stayed put, peering at him with a slight smile on her pretty lips, grey eyes sparking. With a pulse of heat through his veins, he realized that oh yes, he wanted to kiss her very badly; touch her, taste her, and that was not a good impulse at all. Graham was right, as usual.

“The night is young. Take a look around, I’m sure someone willing and able bodied will wander by eventually,” she quipped. “How adventurous are you feeling tonight?”

Thomas took a breath. Was that an invitation, a tiny flirtation?

“Mildly adventurous. What did you have in mind?” he replied, hoping he didn’t sound too lecherous.

“Well, they have this wretched thing called a Dumpster burger you might want to try.” Mel shot him a devious glance, very obviously not flirting with him, and he felt an internal crash of disappointment. She wouldn’t ever be flirting with him. She wasn’t interested or available, so he should just stop thinking about it.

“And why would I want to eat something with a name like that?”

“It’s slimy and fun. Pickled jalapeños, tomato, fried egg on top, cheese, and mayo along with the usual lettuce, tomato, and pickle. Whatever else they scrape off the floor in the back,” Mel concluded, looking as if she was having a great time trying to disgust him. “Oh, and fried onions too. They usually put so many on that they slide all down the sides like worms.”

“No one would want to get close to me after something like that. Okay, order one of those.” Thomas resigned himself to about forty grams of carbs and solitude. With a half salute, she turned and strode off just in time to rescue Graham who struggled with his wallet.

Rather than stare at Mel and wish things were different, Thomas focused on watching people passing by on the street; farm trucks towing equipment, minivans filled with kids in baseball uniforms, high-schoolers with their windows rolled down and music thumping while longing for attention. The weather was perfect for idling away the evening outside, anticipating dusk and fireflies. Stress from the day drifted from his shoulders, and he settled into himself, relishing this quiet moment where he wasn’t anyone other than a man about to eat a Dumpster burger with a good friend and an off limits woman who pushed buttons he didn’t know he had.

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I don’t know about you, but after that excerpt, I’m certainly adding this one to my TBR! And don’t forget – this is the third in the series, so you should pick up the first two books, too. Click on the covers below for purchasing info.

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And here’s how you can get started on Playing the Part:

http://www.amazon.com/Playing-Part-Love-Around-Corner-ebook/dp/B00UG0BVSO/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1427120328&sr=1-5&keywords=playing+the+part

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Oh, and here’s a little tidbit about the author, Lynn Rae:

Lynn Rae is a romance writer with a quirky sense of humor residing in Columbus, Ohio. With professional experience in fields ranging from contract archaeology to librarianship along with making donuts and teaching museum studies, Lynn Rae enjoys incorporating her real-life adventures into her writing (except the naughty parts). She has made her own kimchee and knows how to throw a tomahawk.

 

Click the word to go to Lynn’s Goodreads page, if you want to add the above tasty books to your TBR.

Enjoy – and check back tomorrow for another Appetizing April post!

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How To Mix A Traditional And Fae Wedding Ceremony

I have thoroughly enjoyed the Matrimonial March blog posts this month. We’ve had a few wedding-related personal experiences from various authors, we’ve had features on books that are tied to weddings, and we had a shifter and elemental wedding ceremony. Today, I’m brining you a fae wedding ceremony. Well, actually, a fae getting married in a traditional human ceremony, with a tiny twist. Grab the tissues, because this one may cause eye-watering!

The below excerpt is from Dreams Do Come True by Larynn Ford. Lynzi Lancaster, the main female character, was on my blog back in October. You can read her character interview here.

Here’s the blurb for Dreams Do Come True:

DreamsDoComeTrue_HIGHThe vicious slaughter of cattle brings Lynzi Lancaster and her fiancé, Layne Brady, a Fae raised in the human world, to the aid of his human parents. A neighbor with a grudge has returned to the area to settle a score. 

Lynzi is only mildly shocked to find the tall tales her granddaddy had told so many years ago about black panthers roaming the woods near their home were not only true but also had a twist. The animals were werepanthers. 

The renegade panther believes Lynzi is a witch and threatens her life when Fae magic is performed nearby. Now, it’s up to Lynzi and Layne to bring down the big cats and keep her alive. 

And here’s a sampling of the book – the exchange of vows between Lynzi Lancaster and Layne Brady:

We exchanged traditional vows and gold bands in the Christian portion of our wedding ceremony. Having been raised in the church as a boy, Layne agreed we should include both worlds as we pledged to become one and share the rest of our lives together.

The minister closed his bible and smiled at the two of us before he addressed the congregation. “Before the happy couple is pronounced man and wife, I’m going to step aside for Miss Petunia to bless this union in the heartfelt traditions of the Fae people. Miss Pet, ma’am.” He smiled and extended a helping hand to Aunt Pet as she stepped up before us.

Cloi was active in the church here and had explained the existence of the Fae was real and that they were a part of human society. She was afraid the preacher would shun her and the others who wished to worship here but without any hesitation, he welcomed the Fae to be part of the congregation. He held the knowledge of the Fae’s existence in confidence to prevent problems from anyone who wouldn’t understand. He understood we are all God’s children.

Aunt Pet smiled as she spoke to Laynaro and Mr. Brady at Layne’s side and the proud mamas seated side by side on the front pew. “The union of our two children has at last come to pass as I was always certain it would.” She paused and smiled at the two of us. The sparkle in her eyes told me she had other information of the future and every bit of it would be a wonderful and exciting adventure.

“The power of the earth’s elements is present with us today to bless this joining. My little one, your heart is pure, and honest and strong. You are to unite with Layne today as his mate for life. His wife.” She paused and glanced to the minister who returned her smile. “Please speak your heart’s words to Layne before the elements, our family, and God.” She smiled in the minister’s direction again. Wait. Was our Aunt Pet making eyes at the preacher? I guess you’re never too old to look.

Cloi took charge of my bouquet, smiled, and gave my hand an encouraging squeeze. “You’ll do fine,” she whispered. She had been my coach on several occasions as I organized the thoughts I would speak to Layne today, words from my heart to his. I worried I would never be able to express the intensity of the love my heart held for him and prayed I didn’t get tongue-tied and stumble over the most important words I would ever utter.

I turned to the love of my life, took his hands in mine, and smiled as I gazed at the face of my strong angel, my knight-in-shining-armor, and began to speak. “Layne Brady. I have loved you for all my life it seems. Even when we were apart, my heart never let you go completely. You were always tucked away, waiting with the patience of a saint for our time to be together. Now, your heart is my heart and I vow to treasure it, and care for it forever.” Happy tears gathered in my eyes. The lump growing in my throat made it difficult to speak. I swallowed hard.

Layne brought our entwined hands to his mouth and kissed my fingers one at a time. Electricity zinged through my body from the touch of his lips. Energy filled my heart and soul and gave me the strength to continue without breaking down and blubbering like a baby.

“I promise to make you happy and I promise I’ll try not to make you crazy with my many human moods. I will care for our love and it will care for us. Our love will grow as will our family. You saved me from a lonely life and I will cherish you forever.”

His eyes sparkled as he prepared to speak. He cleared his throat and began his vows to me. “Lynzi Lancaster, my sweet girl, you have grown into a beautiful woman. You are my life, my heart, my very reason for living. I vow to love and protect you forever. To provide a life of happiness and make all your dreams come true. All I have is yours. All I am or ever will be is because of you. You saved me from simply existing and I promise to make you proud to call me your husband.”

We stood trembling. Our vows had been spoken. Our lives pledged each to the other. We held tight to the hands wearing the symbols of our love, a plain gold band for Layne’s finger, and a matching band to accompany my diamond ring.

The preacher moved over to join Aunt Pet. The two of them placed their hands on ours as the preacher said, “What the Lord has joined together, let no man divide.” He glanced at her and nodded.

“United by pure hearts, forever, together as one.” She blew a kiss of approval toward us.

“Layne, you may kiss your bride.” The preacher gave him an encouraging clap on the shoulder.

He held fast to our clinched hands as he leaned down for our first kiss as husband and wife. My heart pounded in my chest. We did it. We were married. We were husband and wife. He leaned back a few centimeters and whispered, “My Lynzi. My Wife.”

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Admit it, you’re swiping away a tear right now, aren’t you? It’s okay, I’m doing the same thing. Now that you’ve read about Lynzi and Layne’s wedding, do you want to read the rest of the book, Dreams Do Come True? It’s available on Amazon.

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And here’s a little info about the author who wrote that touching wedding scene:

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Larynn Ford began reading romance in her early teens and became interested in writing in high school. She’s a daydreamer and a romantic who is intrigued by the paranormal and loves to let her mind wander, always searching for a happily ever after ending to her dreams.

At home in East Central Alabama, she worked as a cook and cashier before becoming a wife and mother, earned an education degree, taught school and worked in customer service. All the while her daydreams stacked up in the archives of her mind.

She finally put some of those ideas on paper and began writing in 2009 hoping her dream of publication would one day come true.

In 2010, she joined Romance Writers of America and enjoys her support group, the Southern Magic chapter in Birmingham, Alabama.

Check out Larynn’s Amazon Page to see the rest of her published works.

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